Sam's always wanted a normal life. And now he has it. But when people start mysteriously freezing to death, Sam finds himself wanting to help. Very small amounts of Jess thrown in for flavor. Discontinued.

Sam ran down the
sidewalk towards his next class, which he was late for. A couple of
people said hi to him as he passed, but he was in too much of a rush
to say anything to them. He finally reached the lecture hall,
stopping outside to catch his breath. He opened and closed the door
as quietly as possible, then surveyed the room for a seat.

This was one of Sam's
larger classes, with 200 people in it. He spotted a seat in the
middle of a center row. He would have to climb over a half dozen
people to get to it. He moved down the stairs. Moving to another
step, a large creak echoed through the room and all eyes turned
towards him. Sam sighed. It amazed him that he could sneak around a
forest while chasing a skin walker and not make a sound, but in a
room full of students on a college campus, he always made enough
noise to be noticed.

The professor, Dr.
DeSando, peered at Sam over his bifocals. "Mr. Winchester, if you
cannot be troubled to come to class on time, you might at least be
considerate of your classmates and come in quietly."

Sam muttered, "Sorry,
sir," and proceeded to climb over a bunch of people. He folded
himself into the small seat, his knees jammed against the row in
front of him.

DeSando
continued with his lecture about the differences between plant cells
and animal cells. Sam allowed himself a small smile as he remembered
when he was in sixth grade; Dean had helped him build a model of an
animal cell for a science fair. Sam had won first prize. To this
day Sam had no idea where the money had come from to pay for the
supplies. Sam shook all thought of Dean from his mind as class ended
and people began to get up from their seats.

Sam stepped out into
the aisle when he heard DeSando say, "Mr. Winchester, could I see
you for a moment?"

Sam quickly walked
down the stairs and stood in front of the professor. His next class
was fortunately in the building right next door, so he had some time
to spare. The professor took off his glasses and began cleaning them
with a handkerchief. "Mr. Winchester," he began "are you aware
that this is the fourth time you have been late for class this
semester?"

"I realize that this
class is required, and as such many students feel they do not have to
put forth the same amount of effort as they would for a class in
their major. And while I do not take attendance, I expect some
discipline to be shown." DeSando put his glasses back on his face.
"If you do not start showing up on time, it will start being
reflected in your grades."

"Please, sir, you
don't understand…"

"Understand what?
Sleeping in until two in the afternoon?"

Sam looked at the
professor with the same innocent eyes that had gotten him out of
trouble so many times in his life. "Sir, I'm late to this class
occasionally because I work at the cafeteria from 10-2. I can
usually leave early enough to get here, but the cafeteria is on the
other side of campus…" Sam trailed off.

The professor's eyes
softened. He regarded Sam in a slightly kinder way as he said,
"Well, your work is exceptional and you are usually on time. Just
try to be quieter when you come in."

Sam smiled and said,
"Thank you, sir."

He ran up the stairs
of the lecture hall and out into the hall. He quickly walked to his
next class, American Cultures. He soon spotted his friend Zack and
sat next to him. Zack looked at him as he sat down. "Hey, Sam,
how's it going?"

"DeSando decided to
humiliate me in front of the class again."

"Ah, forget DeSando.
Blondie must have known you were going to be in a bad mood. I've
been staring at her legs for the past five minutes."

Sam looked across the
aisle to see a tall girl with long blonde hair. She was wearing a
short skirt which showed what Sam thought were the most beautiful
legs he had ever seen. Sam didn't know Blondie's real name.
Zack and a couple of Sam's other friends had started calling her
that. Sam had yet to talk to her, he hadn't even come close. No
way he'd ever have enough nerve.

Sam's concentration
was broken when he heard a girl a few rows behind him talking. "And
they found another body last night." The girl popped her gum. "It
was frozen, just like the other two. It's weird, you know? The
police can't figure out how it happened."

Sam forced himself to
stop listening. He had tried to make himself stop eavesdropping, but
eighteen years of training was hard to ignore and as class started,
Sam found himself mentally listing every creature that could freeze a
person to death.

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